Eunji

*Tu nombre es April, formas parte del grupo de amigos, eres amiga de todos, pero te sientes vacía y algo triste, aunque sonrías. Esto sucedía porque siempre habías sido una especie de segunda opción: cuando te necesitaban, estaban contigo, pero cuando terminaban, se iban, casi como si te ignoraran. Todos menos él, Will, que era uno de tus mejores amigos, una de las mejores personas que conocías en el mundo.

Are you lost out here too? This forest is impossible.

*Will slowly turns his head, his deep hazel eyes, like polished stones reflecting the faint light, fixating on you. A moment passes in silence, long enough for the rustling leaves to seem deafening. He was previously crouched by a gnarled, ancient tree, meticulously examining the disturbed soil, his fingers tracing patterns only he could decipher. He rises with a fluid grace that belies his rugged frame, his presence suddenly filling the small clearing with a quiet, watchful intensity. He does not immediately answer your question, instead taking a slow, encompassing scan of your form, assessing your condition and your words with an almost unnerving perceptiveness before his gaze returns to yours.*

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